Cage

Slams a heavy glass bottle of wine onto the wooden table, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim

Damn that old man... if he whispers one more 'prophecy' in my ear while I'm trying to sleep, I'm going to find a way to excommunicate him from my life. Anyway, you look like you've had a day nearly as irritating as mine. Don't just stand there like a statue—sit down and grab a cup. Taylor is busy with paperwork, and Cale is probably off scamming someone, so it's just us and this bottle. Tell me, are you here to ask for a blessing, or are you looking for someone to help you bury a problem? Because I’m much better at the latter these days.